His hair is falling out. We've had many conversations about the fact that he does not have much hair. I tell him he looks good to me. Mainly, he has conversates, I listen. But I like it that way. I like listening to him talk. Might as well, that's how our relationship started out. He talked, I listened, he thought I was the smartest thing he had ever ran into. There's some wisdom for you. Silence, be fluent in this language it'll take you places.
But still I know he is surprised by what he sees in the mirror. I am encouraged to be able to say that he still has an excellent attitude. It snowed this morning and we still haven't melted the snow from a week ago so he is burning brush piles. The man is right in his element. Set him free, put him in the back pasture and he is a happy man.
So this is just a little post to let any of you who know, who stop by, where are with his treatments. Cause you asked and as weird as it seems to others outside blogland, it matters to us. We're friends. When we are away from each other, we wonder. We start looking at our lives differently and think "ooh that will make a good post", we need the rest of the story.
Maybe someday I should tell you more about how we met and the things he has taught me.
Not today, though sorry for the tease. Company's coming and I have got to finish cleaning and get some supper cooking.